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Available on Amazon Kindle.
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“I am not made
from a caustic image
of another’s definition”
-Susie Clevenger
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“I met her on a dating app.
she had to be the one.
or something like it.
maybe, the sexy way
she typed was irresistible…”
-Ben Ditmars
Hello, everyone. I recently created an eBook for my collection of poetry focusing on numbers. It’s pretty kill-a. Not as in it will kill you, but you know… it fly… yo.
Find it on eBook here.
And in paperback here.
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Here are some selections from the artistry.
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Shadows
Shadows are the shade within
clear boundaries; deep desired
whispers we have Found
Imagine artificial light and you
will see our lust corroded
with despair,
The cotton fabric of existence
torn as waves crash down.
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Fiendfyre
I saw the will to change
Extinguished like a 1,000
Beasts rose high, like chills
When I could see her and
Remain invisible.
Meet me at the Marion Public Library Author Fair on March 24th, 1-3 PM. We have some great local authors from around town.
Hello, everyone! Check out my interview with Booktastik.
For some time, I have wanted to write a blog companion book. Unfortunately television and Netflix have gotten in the way. Did you know they have Hercules AND Beauty and the Beast now!? It’s a golden age.
BUT I have gained a fascination with numbers and number poems. I think this has came to light in several of my poems. Coincidentally, these are the poems I discuss and share most. Thus, a short collection was born.
Anyway, you can find my new chapbook on Amazon and Createspace.
Here are a few samples that have appeared on my blog.
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Fiendfyre
I saw the will to change
Extinguished like a 1,000
Beasts rose high, like chills
When I could see her and
Remain invisible.
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Shadows
Shadows are the shade within
clear boundaries; deep desired
whispers we have Found
Imagine artificial light and you
will see our lust corroded
with despair,
The cotton fabric of existence
torn as waves crash down.
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Fantasists
We became those people overnight
Fantasists who day daydream holding hands
and speak in whispers of true love.
Like nothing came before a kiss
across the console of a Chevy Cruz or
will exist without space curvature
across the low points of our spine.
I’ve fanned the flames and
Lost myself in your geometry.
